Soaring

No matter what it takes,
I will be free,
as wind
moving through wheat fields and orchards,
across vineyards and oceans,
as unfettered as a gull gliding solo,
leaning into the wind with all her weight,
trusting her own body to carry her onward.

No matter what it takes,
I will be free.
I will know what it is like
to stand alone on the beach,
stretch out my wings,
unruffled by the salt spray,
fling myself onto the wind,
and soar.